Chapter One

No-one’s
really saying anything.I was formally
charged when I arrived at the station, and all of my possessions have been
removed from me.I really should have
left the weed at home tonight, just in case – but I guess I’m in enough trouble
already.They even took my shoe-laces,
thinking I may top myself.I don’t quite
know how.This cell is so sparse there’d
be no chance of finding something to attach to the ceiling even if I wanted to
die.

I
don’t want to die.If I wanted to die
then I would have let him murder me.

Will
they understand that though?They’re
going to want answers soon.

Do
I get a phone-call, or is that just on ‘The Bill?’

Am
I meant to call my solicitor?I don’t
have one because I’m not a criminal.Or
at least I wasn’t.They might be able to
recommend one, though.

What
are they waiting for?They should be
interviewing me by now.Surely they want
to know why I did it, and I can’t wait to tell them.

They’d
understand then.

I
keep staring at the walls, wishing that there was something else to focus
on.Counting the bricks is tedious, but
it is all I can do.I started singing
before, but they didn’t like that.They
told me to shut up quite aggressively, actually.I wasn’t trying to be poetic, singing Bright
Eyes like that.It was just that the
song was in my head.It was last song I
heard, so it’s natural.

“But what was simple in the evening by the
morning seems insane.”

I guess I do seem insane on the
surface, but it’s entirely logical.I
know that.